"It's Vice President Li."
"Get out of here. I don't need you!"
The driver got back into the car. He didn't drive away immediately, but looked at the couple in the rain. From such a distance and with such a loud rain, he could hear the woman scolding her husband hanging on her shoulders:
"Stop making trouble and hold it up for me!" Then she pushed the umbrella to her husband in a bad mood.
With a leap, a half-leap, half-move, she dragged the man into the house. The driver took another look at the exquisite curves of her pajamas, which were all stuck to her body, and then left with peace of mind.
Chu Yiqing threw Wang Jianan onto the bed and realized that he was finally no longer like a dead dog. He was lying there with his head tilted to look at her. She wiped the rain off her face and went to the bathroom. After a while, she took a large bath towel and angrily wiped Wang Jianan's face:
"Look at you covered in vomit. You're totally losing control! You shouldn't be able to drink, but you drank so much. Wang Jianan, you..."
"You like him, but you've never been sincere to me." Wang Jianan continued in a low voice, "When I think about this, it hurts my heart."
Chu Yiqing knelt stiffly on the bed. She looked at Wang Jianan and tilted her head to look to the other side after he finished speaking. Suddenly, she couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself on Wang Jianan's chest:
"No, no. Jian'an, I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please forgive me, okay? I will treat you well."
She said a lot, some reasonable and some unreasonable, and she lay on Wang Jianan's chest, crying and telling her story without raising her head. But when she finally looked up from crying and felt a little dizzy, she found that Wang Jianan had already fallen asleep.
Chu Yiqing was instantly exhausted. After finishing her work, she leaned over, lost in thought, and drifted off into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. It seemed she hadn't slept for much longer when she heard a clang. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn't.
Wang Jianan covered his forehead and looked at the big mirror in front of him. He felt that if he died one day he would die of anger.
I forgot about the house change, and I forgot that that stinky woman is a psychopath. She didn't install a door in the toilet, she installed a glass one!
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